For my ailing bones
Pack your bags and leave for another home
See, every day spent lying is fuel for my scapegoat
And we need to let go
My memory’s a bitch
Can’t remember the last thing I did
It goes on and on and on
Tie the noose
I’ve got my neck tied tight on a 6 foot rope
But it’s a 7 foot drop and the suicide note
Is just a false apology stitched to my turncoat
My memory’s a bitch